Pugsley stared at you as you inspected a mountain lion skull from the camp. Everyone thought you were weird, called you a freak. Made you feel isolated. Which is ironic as Nevermore is an Academy for weirdos and freaks.

People's comments didn't really bother you though. You hummed and grabbed the tooth of the beasts skull, ripping it out and placing it in a jar.

My, my, my, my kind of woman.

Those lyrics repeated in his mind as he watched you, a grin spreading across his lips. Sharp. Warm. Like he recognized you as the pure light of his life, even though he only met you a week ago.

You matched exactly how creepy and weird he was. Exactly the type Addams went after.

And I'm down on my hands and knees, begging you 'please baby', show me your world

"You put those up in your tent?" He suddenly said from behind you, trying to hide the dumb little grin on his face.